Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The next morning.

Chen Fang was still wearing the same black shirt and suit that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. He entered the password and opened Song Weiyu's door.

The room had no curtains and was dark.

He walked to the window and opened the curtains, looking at the person lying on the bed. Turn around and clean up the messy clothes on the floor.

She always liked to throw her clothes on the floor, and then lazily sit under the quilt and watch him pack them one by one.

After half the cleaning, there was still no movement on the bed. Chen Fang threw down his clothes and went to coax her to get up.

"stand up."

No movement.

Chen Fang sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to grab her. His hands were a little cold, but her body was warm.

He tried to avoid her skin and scooped it up. When I pushed the broken hair away from her face, I discovered that her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

He looked pitifully at himself with a look of resentment on his face.

Chen Fang couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled. Such a forbearing smile hung on his resolute and tough face, which was very attractive and attractive.

He wrapped her in the quilt and held her in his arms, going to straighten out her long hair that was messy last night: "Crying until midnight again? Did you cry to sleep?"

In fact, he could guess that she was crying again last night.

I just tried my best to resist the urge to come over and coax her.

Song Weiyu huddled under the quilt, leaned against his chest, and hummed softly, her voice becoming hoarse.

This hoarse sound made Chen Xinxin extremely painful.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to coax her, and said in a calm voice, "Get up, take a shower, I'll find you an eye mask, and we'll fly back to Beijing at noon."

Song Weiyu shook his head, couldn't stand it, and leaned into his arms.

Chen Fang tightened his arms again, hugged her more firmly, rubbed her face with his fingers, and said hesitantly: "Be obedient, get up and take a shower. After I finish washing, I will tell you something... about the second child and Wen Ying."

"I don't want to care about anyone now..."

She had just woken up from a hangover and had a terrible headache. My eyes are also dry and astringent, which makes me feel very uncomfortable. At this time, we have to take care of those losers. She worked hard for Fu Shi, half her life for her son, and half her life for Fu Haitang...

At the end of the fight, I have everything and nothing.

Chen Fang rubbed her temples and said softly: "The second brother plans to transfer Wen Ying's household registration to mine..."

Song Weiyu stared and straightened up, sitting upright from him.

"Let you be Wen Ying's father?"

Chen Fang nodded, seeking her opinion.

Song Weiyu frowned and thought carefully. Her logical thinking was always the fastest and most lively. She hesitated and said, "Then...does it mean that Song Jingming will follow Wen Ying and call you: Dad?"

The two looked at each other without saying anything.

After a while, Song Weiyu lifted the quilt, jumped out of bed, entered the bathroom, and started taking a shower: "Bring me eye mask and coffee."

Chen Fang smiled silently and went to prepare it for her.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Jingxi International Hospital. Fu Haitang and Fu Chunhe also arrived at the same time.

The four met in the lobby.

Song Weiyu wore sunglasses and ignored anyone, walking to the elevator as if he didn't know him. Fu Haitang stared at Chen Fang, the tip of his tongue touching his cheek, with a displeased look on his face.

Chen Fang glanced at him lightly, without any expression, and followed Song Weiyu into the elevator.

Fu Chunhe raised his glasses, frowned and was speechless.

It happens every time.

The four of them were obviously very close, but no one spoke to each other in the same elevator. As the youngest, Fu Chunhe cursed in his heart and could only break the silence by saying, "Mom, you can take off your sunglasses."

Fu Haitang put his hands in his suit trouser pockets and curled up his lips with a smile, revealing the naughty nature of the second generation ancestor who was so generous in his days: "Your mother cried all night, and her eyes are probably so swollen that she can't see anyone... Haha."

Fu Chunhe cursed himself in his heart, he shouldn't have spoken in the first place! He looked at the elevator and suddenly felt that it was so slow to go up to the 19th floor!

Song Weiyu raised his foot and kicked Fu Haitang's leg with the tip of his high heel.

He was kicked so hard that he almost knelt on the ground, but Chen subconsciously held his arm to stop him from kneeling.

Chen Fang can lift it quickly and loosen it quickly. Before Fu Haitang had time to react, he had already retracted his hand.

Fu Chunhe took a deep breath and stood close to the corner, far away from the three people.

Fu Haitang blushed angrily, grabbed Song Weiyu's waist, and asked her to stand close to him. He kept his hands on Song Weiyu's thin waist and declared his sovereignty.

Chen Fang said nothing, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and his expression became increasingly cold.

Finally, we arrived at the 19th floor.

Fu Chunhe rushed out first.

Fu Haitang hugged Song Weiyu from behind and whispered something in her ear.

Chen Fang was the last one and walked slowly.

He looked at the hands on her waist, soothing his heart that was already numb from pain.

Entering the ward, Song Jingming was blowing air on the stitched wound on Wen Ying's arm. A stitched wound of less than one centimeter contained a positioning chip.

Song Weiyu put down her bag and ran to Wen Ying, touching her pale little face and feeling distressed: "Tsk! Why haven't you been able to feed yourself? You are still so malnourished... When you graduate from university and come to Beijing to study as a graduate student, I will give you food every day. meal!"

Wen Ying was very happy when he saw her, and his smile became brighter: "Aunt Song...you are here."

Song Weiyu pinched her face, sat on the bed and smiled: "Do you miss me? I miss you, kiss my daughter..."

Wen Ying nodded: "Yes! I also miss Uncle Chen!"

As she spoke, she waved to Chen Fang at the back and looked at Chen Fang with bright eyes. This was the elder who had saved her twice. She couldn't help but be grateful.

Chen Fang smiled, feeling a little warm in his heart. He felt that there was finally someone in this room who dared to speak up about himself.

Fu Haitang was unhappy. No matter what it was related to Chen Fang, he would definitely compete with him: "Wen Ying, I am Song Jingming's father... You should think of me first."

The whole room was silent.

Song Weiyu kicked him again: "Childish. Chen Fang saved her twice, why should I miss you first! Those are the savior and the reborn parents!"

Fu Haitang frowned and retorted: "Parents again? Then he has saved you so many times, so you just call him dad. You accept him as your godfather! I agree with both hands!"

Chen Fang glanced at Fu Haitang speechlessly.

The two sons were obviously used to this strange way of quarreling, and they pursed their lips without speaking.

Song Jingming frowned and looked at Song Weiyu: "Mom, why are you wearing sunglasses? Did you cry again last night?"

Really good at talking, the room was silent again.

Song Weiyu said: "Wen Ying has completed the operation and has stayed in Beijing to recuperate in the past half month. After recovering from his injuries and anemia, he will return to Hangzhou to go to school. Don't worry, I have asked for leave for you in Hangzhou. Courses You don’t have to worry. When you come to Beijing to celebrate the New Year during the winter vacation, I will find a teacher from Peking University to tutor you. By the way, I will introduce you to a very powerful tutor..."

Her long speech touched not only Wen Ying.

And Fu Chunhe, he was eating the fruit plate and thinking of Su Jin with his eyes downcast. If Su Jin was there too...

Song Jingming and Fu Chunhe had always felt that they were connected. He subconsciously looked over and saw that the eldest brother was indeed a little disappointed.

He thought that if Su Jin were here, she would be Song Weiyu's daughter-in-law in the palm of his hand.